Sitting at the table reading the morning paper, I heard a light tap on the door. Thinking it may be a colleague of mine, I opened the door without looking to see who it was. Much to my surprise, there stood a dark haired man in a suit with a big smile on his face. I gave him a puzzled look as he began to speak. "I am sorry to bother you this morning, my name is Rob, and I am with the Hotel Courtesy department and I am randomly talking with some of our guests to make sure their needs are being met. Would you happen to have a few moments?" I was a little surprised by this but being naive and a little shy, I didn't want to say no--after all, I was not in a hurry.
I opened the door wider and stepped aside for him to enter. "Sure, I have a few minutes--by the way, my name is Lee." I said as I extended my hand. He reached out and took my hand as we moved toward the table I had been sitting at.
Rob took some papers out of a folder and began to write a few things down. He asked me several questions pertaining to the service at the hotel. I kept answering with a polite yes. He then started asking more personal questions like 'and when you bathe and shower, is the water temperature comfortable'--it wasn't so much the questions but the way in which he began asking them. His voice changed--it became lighter and more seductive. His breathing became deeper and the way in which he was looking at me made me uncomfortable.
I got up and told him I needed to be somewhere in a little bit and hoped I had helped him out. He also stood up and thanked me for my time. I walked him to the door and as I began to open it, he placed his hand against it. "Oh, I am sorry, One more thing." He said in a calm voice very close to my face. I tried to open the door against his weight. "Would a good fuck make your stay more enjoyable?" he reached over and put the chain on the door. I was shocked--half thinking this wasn't really happening. Before I could act, his hands were grabbing my ass and his mouth was on mine. I struggled and tried to scream--as he began to force his tongue into my mouth, I tried to bite down, but I only managed to anger him. He grabbed both of my hands and held them behind my back and slapped me across the face. I began to cry uncontrollably. "Listen bitch, you be a good girl and you won't get hurt. Understand?" I shook my head yes--like I had given in. I was thinking frantically of what I would do--what I could do.
Still holding my hands behind my back, he threw me over onto the bed. I quickly jumped up and cowered to a corner on the bed bringing my knees up to my chest. I began to beg and plead for him to leave me alone. I told him I wouldn't tell anyone--that I would give him money--he only laughed at me as he moved close to me grabbing my hands and forcing me over onto my belly. He began to put a rope around my wrists and I knew this would be my only chance, so I flailed my arms and legs as much as i could and began to scream "LET ME GO YOU MOTHERFUCKER". His free hand quickly came down around my mouth as he threw his full weight onto my body. I could not move--I could not scream. I was helpless. With his body on mine, he reached up and finished tying my wrists to the headboard. He whispered in my ear "Now you will be mine to fuck and do with as I please--if you give me any more trouble, I will hurt you badly. I began to cry again as I considered trying to fight again. I didn't know what to do--I finally resolved myself to just letting him do what he wanted and get it over with.
He flipped me over onto my back--took a hold of the top of my blouse and in one swift move, ripped the front open and then ripped the front of my bra open leaving my breasts totally exposed. He took in a deep breath and slowly moved his fingers to outline my nipples--"mmmmmm, I have been waiting to do this since I first laid eyes on you." I could feel my nipples begin to harden--as I cried in shame. I began to beg again. "PLEASE DON"T". "Hmmmm, it looks like the little slut likes it." he taunted. I didn't want him to see--to know that my body was enjoying the sensation. I kept my eyes closed, so I didn't have to look at him.